LET US PHILOSOPHIZE

Here I give my philosophical papers, published in various online journals and on my website: www.Back-to-Socrates.com together with some unpublished material.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

FREE WILL IS NOT WILLPOWER

FREE WILL IS NOT WILLPOWER

D. R. Khashaba

I have frequently maintained that the so-called Free Will problem is a
pseudo-problem needlessly complicated by confusing free will with freedom
of choice. Psychologically, Choice is always conditioned by antecedents;
practically it is conditioned by circumstances. Genuine free will is only
evidenced in spontaneous deeds and in creative activities. I have
reiterated this a score of times, primarily in “Free Will as Creativity”
(in The Sphinx and the Phoenix, 2009). I have written these lines
on coming across Carl Erik Fisher’s “Against Willpower.”I will see if I
have any comments to make.

The first few words of Fisher’s paper show clearly that the willpower under
discussion is a species of choice. “Will I or will I not have another glass
of wine?” This is a very intricate issue relating to the psychology of
character and the theological problem of sin. The theological contention
that we sin willfully is absurd. To say that we are free since we are free
to sin is nonsense. Rather, we sin because we are not free; because, from
the moment of birth, we are subjected to influences that shape and limit
and control our choices. We sin because, in Spinoza’s words, we do not have
adequate ideas, or as Socrates says, we are ignorant. This is Socrates’
much-maligned so-called intellectualism. I have gone into this many times
in my writings and this is not the place to expand on it.

In my previous writings about free will I stressed the error of confusing
free will with freedom of choice, but I did not pay much attention to the
theological problem. Still I don’t think I will have much to add to what I
said in the preceding paragraph. What concerns me is to emphasize that
freedom is spontaneity and that spontaneity is creative. The anteecedents
of a spontaneous deed or creative act condition and colour the deed or act
but do not determine it. Shelley’s character, upbringing, and culture
condition and colour Prometheus Unbound, but no god, given the
data of every cell and neuron in Shelley’s body and brain and every trace
of memory in his mind, could predict “It doth repent me: words are quick
and vain: Grief for a while is blind, and so was mine. I wish no living
thing to suffer pain.” Our deeds of love and valour are instances of
spontaneous creativity. We are truly free when the intelligence that is our
inner reality creatively outflows; not our conceptual reason but that
intelligence that, to my mind, is the ground and fount of all reality and
all life. I believe that our simplest acts are free and creative in the
sense that they are not physically predetermined. I stretch my hand, hold
the cup of coffee, put it to my mouth, take a sip and swallow. These do not
proceed mechanically one from the other but flow as elements of a single
act because I want to take a sip of coffe. This is true of all human
activity. Even while the vilest deed is, on the moral plane, conditioned by
the vile character, on the physical plane it is not causally determined
(taking ‘physical’ in a wide sense to include all natural processes).

I hope it will be seen from that that when I speak of free will as
creativity I am thinking of two planes: On the moral plane we are only free
in our best deeds and acts, in deeds of love and valour and in poetic,
philosophical, and artistic creativity. On the physical (natural) plane our
acts are creative (originative) in the sense that they are not causally
determined. I believe that nature never repeats itself. All natural process
comes with a difference, perhaps imperceptible to our finest instruments of
observation. The revolution of the earth around the sun cannot, simply
cannot, be perfectly identical this year with what it was last year if only
because the mass of both earth and sun has changed in the meantime and
continues to change all the time.

Thus the endless fruitless controversies about the compatibility or
incompatibility of free will with causal determinism rest on three errors;
(1) the confusion of free will with freedom of choice; (2) the failure to
distinguish between the moral plane and the metaphysical plane; (3) the
error of ignoring that the processes of nature are never repetitive so that
all the so-called laws of nature are essentially approximations and are
always transitional.

I think I will emd this blog here (before going any further into Fisher’s
paper) but will only add that I do not speak of free will as a faculty but
as a metaphysical principle, consistently with my metaphysical vision where
I hold that ultimate Reality is sheer intelligent creativity (which I also
designate creative intelligence or Creative Eternity).

Sunday, February 26, 2017

RELIGION, SCIENCE, AND PHILOSOPHY

RELIGION, SCIENCE, AND PHILOSOPHY

D. R. Khashaba

The concepts of religion, philosophy, and science overlap and in many
accounts fade off into each other. A widely held positivist view sees a
simple linear relationship between the three: religion is primitive
superstition; philosophy is a step forward in the progress of thought,
leading to the victory of reason and rationality in science. This is not
only simplistic but is unfortunate since it obscures the radical
differences between distinct areas of human activity.

It is true that at the beginning of reflective thinking we find the tender
shoots of religion, science, and philosophy, together with poetry and art,
all striking root in the common soil of human experience under the wide
canopy of religion, for religion is not one thing and never was one thing
but is many things in one.

When human beings first acquired the faculty of reflective thinking, they
found themselves plunged in a strange world, as frightful and intimidating
as it was bountiful and pleasant. They invented myths and fashioned gods to
account for the wonders surrounding them; with prayers and sacrifices they
sought to appease the Powers that bring merciful rain and devastating
thunderbolts, and with song and dance to cajole them; they took note of the
regularities of nature and of the properties of things; the more thoughtful
among them, filled with awe and wonder, mused within themselves.

The myths survive in extant world religions as dogmatic creeds. The prayers
and sacrifices and song and dance survive in the rites and rituals of
established religions.

The observation of the regularities of natural happenings and of the
properties of things initiated science. When humans noted that day follows
night, that the seasons recur, that two stones struck together produce a
spark of fire, that water heated evaporates, they were laying the
foundations of science: Relativity and quantum mechanics and IT are nothing
but a development of that primitive science.

Those lonely musers, struck with awe and wonder, were philosophers. They
not only anticipated Kant but improved on him: to them the mystery of ‘the
moral sense within’ was more profound and more awe-inspiring than ‘the
starry heavens above’. Philosophy has nothing to do with the world outside
but only with the inexhaustible and ineffable mysteries of our mind and our
soul. Heraclitus said, “I searched myself”, and Plato knew that to have an
intimation of reality the philosophic mind has “to collect and gather
itself within itself, and trust to nothing other than itself, when it
itself by itself considers what is in itself” (Phaedo 83a-b).

Philosophy is not primitive science nor is it a stage on the way to
science. Philosophy is the ceaseless and endless quest to probe our inner
being. It does not give us knowledge, neither knowledge about the world nor
even about ourselves. It gives us insights and intimations expressed in
myth and symbol that help us understand ourselves and have a glimpse of our
inner reality. Even philosophers who mistakenly thought they were providing
factual knowledge about the world or demonstrable certainties of reason
were inadvertently serving the true purpose of philosophy inasmuch as their
visions were intimations of our inner reality.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

ARE IDEALISTS FOOLS?

Someone asked: Is it foolish to be an idealist? Surely she did not have in
mind any variety of metaphysical Idealism, that of Plato or Berkeley or
Hegel. The question was about moral idealism.

What is it to be an idealist in morals and the practical walks of life? It
is to believe with Socrates, the Buddha, Jesus, or the later Tolstoy that
the best life for a human being is a life of giving, not of acquisition.

Socrates tells us that it is never right to harm anyone or to return injury
for injury and that it is better to suffer wrong than to commit wrong ( Crito, Gorgias). Jesus says, “Give to everyone who asks
of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back” (Luke
6:30).

Perhaps throughout history and all over the world only a few exceptional
individuals live fully up to those ideals. For us others made of poorer
stuff to be an idealist is candidly to believe that the best life is indeed
a life enlightened and governed by those ideals. An idealist in this sense
is filled with joy and gladness on the not too many occasions when she or
he lives up to that ideal and is genuinely perturbed when failing to do so.

An idealist in this sense takes in all seriousness the words of Tolstoy
when he says that “as long as I have any superfluous food and someone else
has none, and I have two coats and someone else has none, I share in a
constantly repeated crime” (What Then Must We Do? Ch. II, tr.
Aylmer Maude).

When we read of women, men, and children dying of hunger in Nigeria or
Southern Sudan we should personally feel guilty. When we learn that half
the food produced in the United States is thrown away while millions die of
hunger and malnutrition elsewhere in the world we share in the guilt and
should genuinely feel we share the guilt.

When rich countries get richer producing weapons that kill innocent people
and producing life-saving pharmaceuticals that do not reach the needy
because of the greed of the producers, we should be sincerely convinced
that we are living under a world system that is cruel and unjust and must
be changed.

This kind of idealism is not only sane and good but is absolutely necessary
if humanity is to survive.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

PLATO'S SECRET

PLATO’S SECRET

D. R.Khashaba

Plato is the most read philosopher and the most studied but, in my view, he
is the least understood.

In the Phaedrus Plato says in the clearest terms “He who thinks …
that he has left behind him any art in writing, and he who receives it in
the belief that anything in writing will be clear and certain, would be an
utterly simple person” (275c-d, tr. Fowler). Yet he has left us about
thirty well-wrought pieces of writing of various length. Was he “an utterly
simple person” or was he fooling us? Neither. He meant us to read his
artistic creations in the light of this clear warning.

Before proceeding further to elucidate what I mean by this we have to clear
one hurdle. Plato was a born poet and dramatist. With maybe one or two
exceptions, every one of his literary works is a creation of dramatic
genius. Character portrayal, scene ‘painting’, situation depiction, are as
prominent as the thought content. The dialogue is always tailored to fit
the character, be it that of a Euthyphro, a Crito, or a Thrasymachus. The
dramatic introductions of the Protagoras or the Symposium
for instance are literary masterpieces in their own right. Sometimes the
dramatic element is overwhelming. Both the Hippias pieces are
character-comedies. The Euthydemus is an odd mix of farce and
didactic guidance. This dramatic feast should be enjoyed but should not be
allowed to obfuscate the underlying philosophical purpose.

To get to the philosophical purpose we have to go back to the Apology. The Apology was almost certainly not the first
dialogue that Plato wrote but it is where we have to begin and it is one
creation of Plato’s where we can take all that is said at its face value
and without qualification. Perhaps the only other such one is the Crito.

In the Apology Socrates affirms that the greatest good for a human
being is to discourse daily of virtue. He sums up his mission in life in
admonishing all people to care above all things for virtue and for the good
of their souls, these two being one and the same thing. Plato sums all this
in affirming that the best life for human beings is the philosophical life.
This is the gist of the Phaedo, not the confessedly non-conclusive
arguments for immortality.

Philosophy then, for Plato as for Socrates, is a manner of life, not the
acquisition of a mass of factual knowledge like science or of deductive
certainties like mathematics. But it is integral to the philosophical life
to be constantly scrutinizing our ideas, our purposes, our valuations. In
saying this we are simply unfolding Socrates’ affirmation that the greatest
good for a human being is daily to discourse of virtue. The philosophical
life is a ceaseless search of one’s mind.

Plato adds another element to the discourse that constitutes the good life:
for just as we have constantly to scrutinize the ideas, aims, and values
that determine the character and texture of our lives, likewise, as
intelligent beings, we have to satisfy the irking questionings about the
Whole and the Ultimate, the All and the ‘really real’. A human being to
attain the integrity of her or his personality needs to satisfy this
unquenchable urge,

But Plato is unwaveringly clear about the impossibility of there ever being
a determinate, definitive answer to these questionings. As we have ever to
re-consider our purposes and values, we have also ever to muse our
metaphysical questionings. In the Republc Plato offers a vision of
Ultimate Reality as the Form of the Good, but when ‘Socrates’ is asked to
elucidate he resorts to the simile of the Sun that gives Light and Life.
Likewise the Good brings forth Being, Life and Understanding but is above
and beyond being, life and understanding. Thus philosophy is an emdless
quest. Philosophical life is the quest itself not any definite goal that
the quest arrives at. Philosophy is the life of active, creative
intelligence. When the mind is satisfied and is at rest it is no longer
alive.

I have often said that the best philosophy is poetry and that poetry is the
best philosophy. I conclude this essay by quoting two passages from two
poets that clearly depict the philosophical venture. I give these without
comment.

Coleridge in a prophetic passage of Biographia Literaria,
expanding on a thought of Plotinus, speaks of ‘philosophic imagination’ as
‘the sacred power of self-intuition’. He writes:

“They and they only can acquire the philosophic imagination, the sacred
power of self-intuition, who within themselves can interpret and understand
the symbol, that the wings of the air-sylph are forming within the skin of
the caterpillar; those only who feel in their own spirits the instinct,
which impels the chrysalis of the horned fly to leave room in its
involucrum for antennae yet to come.”

Hölderlin in Hyperion gives us the following words, pregnant with
insight and wisdom:

“Poetry … is the beginning and the end of philosophical knowledge. Like
Minerva from the head of Jupiter, philosophy springs from the poetry of an
eternal, divine state of being. And so in philosophy, too, the
irreconcilable finally converges again in the mysterious spring of poetry.”
(Tr. Willard R. Trask)

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

HAS PHILOSOPHY A HISTORY?

HAS PHILOSOPHY A HISTORY?

D. R. Khashaba

Does philosophy have a history? To answer this question we have first to
observe that ‘philosophy’ is not a unitary term. From the beginning of
Western philosophy in Ionia around the sixth century BC philosophy has been
closely associated with physics, astronomy, and mathematics. These are
sciences characterized by the accumulation of positive knowledge; hence
they have histories through which there runs a continuous line of
development. But there is a perennial core of questions about the meaning
of this world we find ourselves thrown into, of the nature of a human
being, of the meaning of life and what we can make of life. These are
questions that have puzzled the human mind ever since humans acquired the
power of reflective thinking. These are questions that have to be ever
faced anew, ever answered anew, and that can never be answered once and for
all, for the simple reason that in facing and answering these questions
human beings constitute their individual characters and determine the
meaning and value of their individual lives.

As such philosophy is not a cumulative acquisition of positive knowledge
and hence does not have a continuous line of development that can be
depicted as a history. Of course there are certain disciplines associated
with philosophy, such as logic, and certain ancillary techniques, that show
development. We have a parallel to this in poetry and drama and art. In all
of these there has been much development in exteriors, but fundamentally
they all address the everlasting quandaries of being and life and meaning
and we have the same depth of insight in Sophocles as in Goethe. Our world
today with its computers and space probes is very different from the world
Shakespeare lived in, but the heart-wringing questionings of Hamlet or of
Lear are still our questionings.

Since the questions of philosophy live as long as humanity lives and since
philosophy (in the restricted sense in which I take the term) does not have
and can never jave a store of positive knowledge, how does philosophy
function? A. N. Whitehead, one of the profoundest thinkers of the twentieth
century, wrote a fine book titled Adventures of Ideas. That title
nicely depicts the nature of philosophical thinking. All the dialogues of
Plato are adventures of ideas. A dialogue begins as a hunt for the meaning
of a certain idea. The idea is chased, discovering its relatedness to other
ideas, thereby forming a fairly coherent context, but no rest is ever found
there. How can there be rest in the intellectual venture when Plato tells
us that the philosophic soul aspires to comprehend all things whole and in
their entirety (tou holou kai pantos aeieporexesthai)? (Re[ublic, 486a) And this is true in all
philosophical endeavour since everything in the world is interconnected,
interdependent.

In the philosophical quest we play with ideas, creating intrinsically
coherent contextual wholes satisfying our unquenchable thirst for
intelligibility. But the wholes we create are necessarily ad hoc
and the self-coherence is only such for us at the moment. Like a child
seeing camels and storks in a passing cloud, our enjoyment is true but not
factual. Hence Plato insists we must constantly undo our dearest
intellectual creations (tas hupotheseis anairousa) ( Republic, 533c). It is only thus that we can enjoy the life of
intelligence without falling into the dungeon of what Socrates called the
worst amathia (ignorance), thinking that we know what we do not
know.

Monday, February 13, 2017

WHAT IS KNOWLEDGE?

WHAT IS KNOWLEDGE?

D. R. Khashaba

I have repeatedly affirmed, from my first book onwards, that knowledge is
an ultimate mystery and that in vain do we seek to say what knowledge is or
how it comes that there is such a thing as knowledge. On the face of it,
this sounds like a preposterous denial of a whole field of philosophical
thinking, namely Epistemology. I hope I am not that mad; but before I
explain my position I have to say something about my way of writing
philosophy.

I do not write scholarly dissertations; I write philosophical essays — an
entirely distinct art: this is true even of my book-length works. A
philosophical essay focuses on and explores a core insight. In thus
focusing on a single idea it sacrifices any attempt at ‘completeness’ and
neglects to smooth rough edges. A short while ago I posted a blog titled
“Science Breeds Ignorance”. At least one reader completely missed my point,
thinking me to equate scientific knowledge with ignorance, although I had
taken pains to explain that I was not speaking of common knowledge and
common ignorance: I was speaking of the ignorance of spiritual realities
and values.

To go back to where I started: In maintaining that knowledge is an ultimate
mystery do I banish all theoretical thinking about knowledge? Not at all.
Epistemology can do and does do useful work on such questions as how do we
acquire knowledge or what are the marks (criteria) as opposed to illusion
or belief? But I adamantly insist on two points: (1) No such studies can
ever tell us what knowledge is or explain how it is that there is
intelligence and understanding. (2) There can never be a final and
definitive theory of knowledge.

I will take up the second point first but only briefly. There is no
objective thing called ‘knowledge’ that can be subjected to observation and
analysis. Knowledge is the whole universe of intelligent discourse and that
encompasses all there is. Every theory of knowledge approaches that
limitless and amorphous totality from a certain perspective. That is why
there will always be rival theories and no one theory can be free from
intrinsic defect. The endless controversies of scholars is testimony to
this. To assert that one particular theory is the one true theory of
knowledge is to say that the elephant is a long pliable tube and that is
all there is to know about it.

As to the first point (my holding that knowledge is an ultimate mystery) I
call Plato to witness. To ‘explain’ the mystery of knowledge Plato
introduced the myth of anamnesis (recollection). In the Theaetetus he examines various approaches to empirical knowledge
and finds them all defective. I examined the Theaetetus in Chapter
Nine, “Theory of Knowledge”, of Plato: An Interoretation (2005)
and dealt with “Plato’s Examination of Knowledge” (in Meyaphysical Reality, 2014) and do not wish to expand on the
subject here.

Wednesday, February 08, 2017

SCIENCE BREEDS IGNORANCE

SCIENCE BREEDS IGNORANCE

D. R. Khashaba

Science breeds ignorance. I do not mean to sound paradoxical. I assert in
all seriousness that the astounding progress of science in the past four
centuries or so has plunged us in darkest ignorance. To explain what I mean
we have to begin with a semantic excursion.

The words ‘know, knowledge’ and ‘understand, understanding’ overlap and are
often used interchangeably. This is most unfortunate since it conceals a
profound distinction between two radically different states of mind. Let me
illustrate this with some examples.

A certain person does a deed of great sacrifice. Science, giving an account
of the deed, can describe exhaustively and accurately the state and working
of every muscle, every nerve, every neuron involved in the act. This is
objective knowledge; but the scientist giving the account may yet say under
his breath: What a damn fool! Another observer’s heart may gush at the
sight or the report of the deed, seeing in it the ideals of love and
nobility. This is understanding.

The sun sets on a clear lake, painting the horizon with gorgeous
ever-changing colours. A physicist will tell us of light waves, long and
short, and of the laws of refraction, and may bring in the physiologist to
tell us of the working of the eyes and related brain centres. A painter
will gasp “Ah!” and proceed to portray the scene in a landscape, not
reproducing the natural scene but giving expression to her or his inward
reaction to the scene.

A lonely cloud sails across the sky. A scientist can write a bulky tome on
the life-history of the cloud. Shelley composes an ode. This is not
representation; thus is what Plato called ‘giving birth in beauty’ ( tokos en kalôi).

Now let us go back to our theme: Science breeds ignorance. The great
achievements of science have ingrained in scientists and in the public of
advanced countries the illusion that science explains everything.
Wittgenstein saw through this illusion. He wrote: “At the basis of the
whole modern view of the world lies the illusion that the so-called laws of
nature are the explanations of natural phenomena.” (Tractatus,
6.371).

Now scientists are boldly ‘explaining’ life, ‘explaining’ mind,
‘explaining’ the origin of the world. This illusion is not only blinding us
to our own inner reality and to the whole realm of values but is also
robbing us of the sense of wonder at the mysteries of Life, Mind, and
Being. I cannot go into this more fully here or I will be re-writing all
that I have written from my first book to the present day.

Friday, February 03, 2017

WHAT USE IS PHILOSOPHY?

WHAT USE IS PHILOSOPHY?

D. R. Khashaba

Some twenty-six centuries of philosophical endeavour show clearly, or
should have sufficed to show clearly, that the endeavour was completely on
a wrong track: (1) it produced not one bit of factual knowledge about the
natural world; (2) it established not one irrefutable proposition.

Let me stop for a moment to say why I speak of twenty-six centuries or so.
Before that in Egypt, in Babylonia, there was science and mathematics and
wisdom; in India, in China, in Persia, there was profound speculation about
the mysteries of Being and Life couched in metaphor, aphorism, and paradox.
But some twenty-six centuries ago the audacious Ionians set to give answers
to all questions about nature and life and the ultimate mystery of Being by
that one power which seems to be peculiar to humans of all living beings,
the power of reflective thinking, and demanded that the answers be true
and, audacity upon audacity, that they satisfy that power and that power
alone. That was hubris too gross for Zeus to stomach, and if Jehovah
expelled Adam from Paradise for desiring Knowledge, Zeus plunged
philosophers into an unfathomable labyrinth for demanding Truth. It is thus
that twenty-six centuries later philosophers have not one truth to show for
their labours.

Near the beginning of that long travail one man was clear-sighted enough to
see what was wrong. Socrates saw that by reflective thinking (reason) alone
we can know nothing of natural things nor can we have answers to questions
about ultimate things. The best wisdom for humans is to acknowledge that
they know nothing and can know nothing. (That the astounding achievements
of science do not belie this I have argued in all my writings and will
revert to in these blogs shortly.) Yet that same Socrates held that only a
philosophical life is a worthy life for a human being. Was he a fool?

The proper work of philosophy is to look within, to cleanse, clarify, and
set in order the ideas, ideals, values, goals that constitute our
characteristic nature as human beings. By the special set of ideals and
values every one of us adopts she or he makes herself or himself what she
or he is. Basically we are of course the plaything of chance, but by
scrutinizing and electing our ideals and values we, defying all the powers
of destiny, create our inner reality, our proper reality. This is the
core-truth of Stoicism; this is the gist of Spinoza’s identification of
freedom with adequate ideas; this is the prophecy of Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound. Without philosophy we go in life doubly the
playthings of powers we know not, without ever being in possession of
ourselves, without ever being our true selves.

Further, when in philosophizing we confront the riddle of ultimate Reality
and wrestle with the mysteries of Being and Life and Mind, and, without
deceiving ourselves into thinking we can have any truth about these riddles
and mysteries, create for ourselves visions in which the riddles and
mysteries assume coherence and intelligibility, we thereby create for
ourselves, over and above our human reality, a new dimension, constituting
our metaphysical or spiritual reality.

For me, philosophy helps me be myself, and helps me live and think on a
plane of reality beyond all other reality.

Dear Reader, if you find all I have been saying nonsense, you are within
your rights. I write for myself. I write because I enjoy playing with
ideas.

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

CAN SCIENCE MAKE LIFE BETTER?

CAN SCIENCE MAKE LIFE BETTER?

D. R. Khashaba

The Independent on February 1, 2017, tells us: “”Quantum computing
breakthrough could help ‘change life completely’, say scientists.” This is
followed, in quotes, by: “It is the Holy Grail of science ... we will be
able to do certain things we could never even dream of before.”

When has science stopped enabling us “do certain things we could never even
dream of before” — from turning a stone into a cutting edge to destroying a
city by a single bomb? But has it ever improved the quality of life? More
importantly, has it made us inwardly a worthier kind of being? Have all the
achievements of science made us more sensitive to beauty than the
flower-painters of ancient China or more aware of the vanity of our dreams
than Gautama the Buddha? The hubris of science is blinding us to what is
truly real and truly valuable in us.

About Me

I am an independent philosopher, published Let Us Philosophize (1998, 2008), Plato: An Interpretation (2005), Socrates' Prison Journal (2006), Hypatia's Lover (2006), and The Sphinx and the Phoenix (2009) being a collection of philosophical essays. http://www.virtualbookworm.com/mm5/merchant.mvc? I am a widower, with one daughter, Hanan, and one granddaughter, Farah. I live in my home-country, Egypt. My books are now to be translated into Arabic for the first time.